Hi everyone!! it won't let me bold certain sections for some reason today :S so sorry if splits get muddled. i'll fix it soon as. read and review guys, and read the foot notes for an explanation of why it took so long...

Chapter Fourteen: On The Eve Of Ragnarok
Willow was standing in the lobby of the Hyperion.

She had no idea how she had gotten there. Well she knew the cause, but not the specifics.

Draven had sent her. To tell Buffy. To lure her into a trap. Willow frowned. She hated when the bad guys had them in catch 22 situations. But it always seemed to happen.

Giles walked past the witch as he came from the upstairs area if the hotel. He walked into Angels office, picked up a book and walked back again past Willow.

"Giles?" Willow asked, not understanding why Giles hadn't seen her, praying to god she wasn't invisible.

Giles turned. "Willow?!" He had shock in his voice. "When did you get back?"

Willow motioned her hands through the banister of the Hyperion.

"That's not good." Giles stated, forgetting his previous question.

"Kinda not so much," Willow agreed.

Buffy looked at Willow in disbelief. "This can't be happening..." She muttered.

Angel looked over to Buffy. "It is Buff. How do we deal with this?"

"Well we don't go," Riley interrupted.

Angel looked at the injured man. "Don't butt in Captain Cardboard."

"The hell I don't!" Riley was somewhat annoyed. "I may not be part of the superhero group, but I've been up against this guy. He wiped out my ENTIRE company. We can't fight him..."

"And I can't leave Dawn with him." Buffy turned to face Riley. "I'm going Riley. I want you with me, but it's your call."

Riley looked hard at Buffy. "Fine." He told her coldly.

Connor looked up. "Ok, we're gonna take on the baddest evil we know of, and I'm fine with that, but how are we gonna do it?"

Buffy looked up at Connor. "The only way we know how,"

Angel stood in the room that was once his office.

He looked around. It wasn't how he had left it nearly a year ago.

It felt older, barren. He moved round the desk, so that he was standing next to his old chair.

He wheeled it back, off the mat it was positioned on.

With it out of the way, Angel kneeled down and picked up the rug, revealing a door. Angel opened the door and pulled out a sword.

He removed the sheath and placed it on the table.

The sword itself was a single-handed broadsword. Its hilt was covered in jewels, and shined golden. The blade itself was layered with several runes.

Angel picked up the sword and made a cutting motion, swiping the sword down and into the corner of the desk, cleanly slicing the corner off.

Angel smiled. The vampire placed the sword in its sheath and laid it on the table.
Riley was bandaged up, pain flowing through his body.

There was no-way he should be going up against Draven. There was no way any of them should even try.

It was plain suicide.

But that was always part of Buffy's plans.

Thankfully they had all not gone according to plan.

Riley picked up a shotgun that Angel had given him. It had apparently belonged to the Wesley guy. He checked the barrel and the aim. For a watcher, this guy had taste.
Giles pulled a spear out of the weapons cabinet.

It had been hidden behind the array of swords. Giles checked the spear for any signs of bend. It showed none.

He clenched the weapon and placed it in a sling attached to his back.

As he turned to look into the weapons cabinet, he met the hard lips of Illyria. She pressed into him with a deep kiss. Giles stood in shock for a few seconds before pulling back.

"What? Why? Huh?" Giles, flustered, spouted out of his mouth.

Illyria cocked her head. "I wished to feel this before your destruction," She frankly told the ex-watcher.

Giles stumbled backwards, falling over his half packed bag of weapons.

"Feel what?" he weakly asked, staring up at her from the floor.

"A spark..." She weakly replied.

The Deeper Well, England

Where had the spark gone? It was the only thing running through Spike's mind. That, and his need to kill the man standing in front of him. He didn't understand how the air was holding him back.

Wesley understood, looking back at the vampire. He knew what was needed. He knew when he had taken it from the vampire. He looked at his hand. He was holding a small, thin vile, with a blinding light inside it.

"It's not for long..." He told the mindless vampire, with a hint of compassion in his voice. "Promise"

He stood up suddenly, violently. "Promise's, promise's, no one ever keeps their promise's. Should have been a real boy, should have been sleeping, shoulda, coulda woulda..."

Wesley turned to the shadows. "She won't be pleased when she finds out..."

Looking back at Spike, Wesley snarled. "Filthy creature, dirty creature, that's what you were. I made you pure again, I made you how you should be..." He looked back to the vile. "A monster..."

Wesley burst into fits of tears, falling to the ground, hands to his face.

"I'm the monster!" He yelled, "AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!"

The other Wesley walked from behind the shadows.

"Of course it is," He smiled, removing his glasses from his face and cleaning them. "This is all I seem to do anymore..."

Wesley looked on at his double, confusion in his eyes.

The other Wesley rolled his eyes and replaced his glasses. "Drive people mad I mean. Both my protégés in the same dank cave. Who would have thought it?"

"What happens when she finds out?" Wesley asked his double.

"The plan will be done, and she won't even remember the double cross," The double smiled.

Wesley continued to sob as the double walked past him and towards Spike. "I've got big plans for you again my sweet..."

Spike looked up. Even driven mad with this insane blood lust, he would recognise her. Drusilla...

L.A., United States

Angel walked into one of the hotel's rooms. Connor was staring out of the window and into the night.

"Good view?" the vampire asked his son.

Connor span quickly, then returned to his view. "It's ok. It just seems so calm. Considering what we're about to do it should be more..."

"I know Connor." Angel replied as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

Connor looked at his father. In a moment they said their goodbyes, should one of them die and the usual things people say when they were going into what seemed like certain death. Only they said it with their eyes.

Not a word was spoken, but it was the most in depth conversation either would have.

"I got you a present," Angel finally broke the silence.

"Really?" Connor asked. "What is it?"

"It's in my office," Angel told his child.

Connor ran out of the room and down the stairs.

"It's not a x-box or anything!" Angel yelled behind is son. The sound of his son saying 'cool' let him know Connor was pleased with his present.

Deep under the streets of L.A., Lilah Morgan was not best pleased. Not pleased at all. She had spent forever finding a necromancer. And just as she thought the hard part was done, this happened. Wesley had double-crossed her. Her Wesley.

"If I was corporeal I would so kick his ass!" Lilah ranted. She then remembered the times when she would actually kick his ass. For someone so prim and proper, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was a sucker for the kinky.

"I don't understand?" The demon standing next to her asked. You wished for a body to be placed in. he has provided it. Where is the problem?"

Lilah turned to her demon necromancer.

"Because, Frank, he was supposed to give the body of a first one. It was part of my plan. Instead he gives me this!" She pointed at the body as she yelled.

"You didn't actually think he would give you a old one did you?" Frank asked.

Lilah stared at him as he burst out laughing.

"No one would give you that!" He stopped laughing as he realised she was serious. "He probably saved you by doing that..."

"What do you mean??" Lilah asked.

"The old ones never truly leave their bodies," Frank began. "Unless they are totally obliterated, then they always remain hidden in their body. If a necromancer such as me were to put you into a body like that, the original personality would wipe you from existence."

Lilah pondered this. "The bastard."

Willow hovered next to Xander. She looked down on her friend.

"Hey Will," Xander muttered.

Willow smiled. "Hey Xander,"

"Look at us, you're a ghost and I'm crippled. Sucks to be us" Xander tried to joke.

Willow smiled. "We'll stop him. We'll fix this."

Xander looked at Willow. "You can't fix this Willow. Last time we 'fixed' something like this, we pulled Buffy out of heaven. We can't fix this..."

Willow's smile faded. She knew he was right, and she wished he wasn't. Neither spoke for a long time...

Buffy sat on the bed in the room she had claimed when they had arrived in the hotel.

She looked at her feet.

For someone so small they were unusually big. She stopped and wondered why she had only just noticed this.

She remembered her last words with Spike. She sighed. He was a jerk. And she loved him. Well she thought she did. She wasn't sure anymore. She didn't even know if she could love.

This was too confusing. It was too deep, and too pretentious. And it was SO the wrong time to be thinking about this stuff.

A new plan formed in Buffy's mind; Kill this new bad, Draven, save world, and then morn Spike.

Looking at her watch, she announced to herself "It's Time," and stood up.

Buffy let out a sigh and looked at her feet. They were too big.
The Wolfram and Hart Ruins, L.A.,

Draven stood over Dawn. He looked at the frightened girl.

"Not long now my precious one, she'll be here soon, and then I can begin," Draven smiled as he said this.

"Already here big boy!" A yell came form behind the demon. He turned to see the Slayer, with her friends.

"Why, you have me outnumbered!" he feigned distress, "Whatever will I do..." his voice turned more sinister with the uttering of each word.

As he moved toward them he heard another voice.

"It's not them you should worry about Draven!"

The demon turned to see The Immortal.

"You?!" Draven was genuinely shocked, but by the Immortals stupidity more than anything. "What can you do?"

The Immortal let out a coy smile.

"I can do this..." he responded, lifting his left hand into the sky.

Draven looked on in curiosity.

Suddenly a wave of energy erupted around The Immortal and Dawn.

"No..." Draven muttered, "NOOOOOOO!"

"Sorry Draven, but looks like you can't get at Dawnie," The Immortal smiled as he finished the sentence. "But I can..."

Buffy, confused, and bewildered by what was going on looked towards where the Immortal had come from. The shadows.

Another figure emerged from the shadows after The Immortal.

"Lindsey..." Buffy muttered.

"Lindsey!" Angel's tone was more forceful.

"Lindsey," The last voice was more knowing, more accepting. The others turned to see the new player.

Wesley...

Hey everyone!! one last chapter and we're done on this story. then its time for part two :D been looking forward to this for ages. sorry for the wait, i know i said end of last week, but then my p.c. goes and corrupts the last two chapters as i'm finnishing them!! so this past week has been spent re-writing this chapter, and starting the next. i won't make any promisses as to wen the last one will be up, as i'll end up breaking it any ways. but i will say SOON. and don't be surprised if its by the end of this week. wink, wink, nudge nudge lol. oh, and if you guys who like this story could do me a favour?? could you take a look at my other fanfic, the funeral? it was my first one, and a couple of my readers who don't review have asked me to start it again, just so i can finnish it. its no-where near as epic as this one. its just a short story, but i never really finnished it... ah well. as per usual review me!! please!! lol. its really the ONLY way i'll learn. well until the final, peace out guys.